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As
Meggie
rode
beside
Fee
the
ominous
cloud
in
the
west
grew
,
and
stronger
and
stronger
on
the
wind
came
the
smell
of
burning
.
It
was
growing
dark
;
creatures
fleeing
from
the
west
came
thicker
and
thicker
across
the
paddock
,
kangaroos
and
wild
pigs
,
frightened
sheep
and
cattle
,
emus
and
goannas
,
rabbits
by
the
thousands
.
Bob
was
leaving
the
gates
open
,
she
noticed
as
she
rode
from
Borehead
into
Billa-Billa
;
every
paddock
on
Drogheda
had
a
name
.
But
sheep
were
so
stupid
they
would
blunder
into
a
fence
and
stop
three
feet
from
an
open
gate
,
never
see
it
.
The
fire
had
gone
ten
miles
when
they
reached
it
,
and
it
was
spreading
laterally
as
well
,
along
a
front
expanding
with
every
second
.
As
the
long
dry
grass
and
the
high
wind
took
it
leaping
from
timber
stand
to
timber
stand
they
sat
their
frightened
,
jobbing
horses
and
looked
into
the
west
helplessly
.
No
use
trying
to
stop
it
here
;
an
army
could
n't
stop
it
here
.
They
would
have
to
go
back
to
the
homestead
and
defend
that
if
they
could
.
Already
the
front
was
five
miles
wide
;
if
they
did
n't
push
their
weary
mounts
they
too
would
be
caught
,
and
passed
.
Too
bad
for
the
sheep
,
too
bad
.
But
it
could
n't
be
helped
.
Old
Tom
was
still
hosing
the
houses
by
the
creek
when
they
clattered
through
the
thin
blanket
of
water
on
the
ford
.
"
Good
bloke
,
Tom
!
"
Bob
shouted
.
"
Keep
it
up
until
it
gets
too
hot
to
stay
,
then
get
out
in
plenty
of
time
,
hear
me
?
No
rash
heroism
;
you
're
more
important
than
some
bits
of
wood
and
glass
.
"
The
homestead
grounds
were
full
of
cars
,
and
more
headlights
were
bouncing
and
glaring
down
the
road
from
Gilly
;
a
large
group
of
men
stood
waiting
for
them
as
Bob
turned
into
the
horse
yards
.
"
How
big
is
it
,
Bob
?
"
Martin
King
asked
.
"
Too
big
to
fight
,
I
think
,
"
said
Bob
despairingly
.
"
I
reckon
it
's
about
five
miles
wide
and
in
this
wind
it
's
traveling
almost
as
fast
as
a
horse
can
gallop
.
I
do
n't
know
if
we
can
save
the
homestead
,
but
I
think
Horry
ought
to
get
ready
to
defend
his
place
.
He
's
going
to
get
it
next
,
because
I
do
n't
see
how
we
can
ever
stop
it
.
"
"
Well
,
we
're
overdue
for
a
big
fire
.
The
last
big
one
was
in
1919
.
I
'll
organize
a
party
to
go
to
Beel-Beel
,
but
there
are
plenty
of
us
and
more
coming
.
Gilly
can
put
out
close
to
five
hundred
men
to
fight
a
fire
.
Some
of
us
will
stay
here
to
help
.
Thank
God
I
'm
west
of
Drogheda
is
all
I
can
say
.
"
